Like two peas in a pod, <br />Two birds to a feather. <br />This is the path where lovers meet. <br /> <br />Take a stroll in their arms, <br />Together they live in a world, <br />All their own. <br /> <br />Leave each other, <br />They may, <br />But always they will have this stroll, <br />Down lovers lane, <br />For that time, <br />All time stood still, <br />For them she stopped. <br />The hand of time.<br /><br />Agata Konopka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-lane/
